As long as I'm dreaming about next year's travel (nope, no Japanese WorldCon pour moi), I thought I would record here the kinds of things I want to do.
Paris blah blah, south of France, blah blah, Greece and ruins, blah blah, London again, blah blah, yes
But I find that what I keep thinking about more and more is something like what I've read about in National Geographic. Something like . . .
Studying the
lions of Tsavo or the
desert elephants of Namibia Digging up a
mammoth graveyard Observing
wild dolphin societies Excavating
ancient Mayan ruins Yes, all of these trips are on the expensive side. But ya know? Probably more than worth it. I wanna go to Europe again, but the more I think about it, the more I find myself drawn to this kind of useful adventure: elbow-deep in mud, out somewhere hot and dangerous, and doing something most people never get to do. (And while a lot of this is an outgrowth of reading National Geo as a kid with my father, I completely admit that reading
marinarusalka's journal lately has helped encourage me to think this way, too.)
I'm going to go to sleep now, and dream of watching lions in the darkness.